Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Been busy lately, but something that got a lot of newsplay reminded me of an embarrassing story that happened to me a few years ago. A friend of mine offered me a joint (that I thought was a tobacco cigarette) that turned out to be laced with what he said was "grandpa dust". I thought "grandpa dust" meant PCP, so I took a couple drags. He told me later it was literally grandpa dust, the ashes of his grandfather. Since then, I no longer smoke anything given to me by someone else. I'll sprinkle my own PCP on cigarettes, thank you very much.